Ursula made her way to the part of the woods where she and Cruella once met with the Charmings that rainy midnight. As she was walking, she remembered the conversation she and Cruella had in their first night at Granny's.

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"Who knew Wolf-Lady from the Enchanted Forest would become a business woman in this realm? I'm quite impressed," Cruella said, still surprised, and gazing all around the room they just rented.

"Well don't be too impressed. Regina orchestrated the ordeal for this town. She might be evil but she's smart with how she set it all up."

"See, that's what I like about villains, darling. Always practical. Not only did Regina gained full control of all these idiots, she made sure everyone's useful."

"Practical, huh?" Ursula raised an eyebrow. Cruella scowled as she let Ursula continue to speak.

"Everyone is useful... you mean everyone can be used."

"Don't be self-righteous. You have a fair share of people you took advantage of back in your reign as the queen of the sea," Cruella said in a gentle yet proud manner.

"Yes, I did. Like Regina, we did turn away from our families but after that we have only used people who do not matter to us."

Cruella rolled her eyes then turned around to make her way to the bed. She perfectly understood what Ursula was getting at.

Ursula made her way into the bed too, killed the lights and said good night. After two minutes however, Cruella agressively sat and irritatingly spoke,

"Hold the fuck up. It was genuinely fun dancing around the fact that it has been awhile that we've seen each other, and yet we act as if we are in sync, acting we're friendly without baggages, all in front of the bloody Dark One! But if he would stay low profile while the two of us do his orders around town, I don't like to keep these pretensions!

Ursula with her back turned took a moment before she spoke icily, "Then we stop pretending and be at each other's throats when it's just the two of us. We're already doing that. But for business around town, we can manage to be civil and snark at everyone instead. It's called projection. That would be super fun."

"Bravo, darling. I am actually trying to apologize here," she hissed while hugging her comfort blanket, her fur. Time and again, the fur has proved to have many uses.

"Aggressively." Ursula then sat up, faced the other woman and said, "Tell me again, how you conned the author?"

"That's different. He needed sweet talking. And you don't."

"Because I am not gonna be conned again by Cruella de Vil."

"Alright, I might have left you. Call it a long con if it makes you smile, but we both know it wasn't like that. It was something different for both of us. It was..."

Cruella trailed off and became silent, finishing the sentence in her mind. "It was the only moment I actually cared about anyone but myself. Being with you made me see LIFE can actually have a different meaning other than extinguishing it for my entertainment. For once, I wanted to kill not just for me, but for you and for us."

Ursula reveled in the silence too and kept to her thoughts. She always have known there was, and there is authenticity between them. Even now they're strangling each other with words instead of tentacles and fur, there is that unspoken understanding between them, but they dare not say it.

In the awkwardness that is now hovering the room, Ursula managed to remember about the strangling that they did with each other with tentacles and fur. "Good times," she thought and smiled.

Cruella noticed Ursula's smile as it slowly faded. It was a beauty to behold, a smile that fades. But how? It is usually a melancholic sight, but with Ursula it seems anything can be majestic. It's true that the murder loving witch enjoys seeing human suffering. With the queen of the sea,Cruella is so used to see her ache, as they have been through a lot together. Learning the tale of the evil tentacled sorceress losing her singing voice made her feel some sort of awe and she dared admit to herself, empathy, all those years ago. It's almost a tale for the books, she thought. And so it's not about seeing Ursula ache, but witnessing her rise above it all, every single time, that makes the animal controlling witch spot the beauty in the tentacled one. Her brown skin, her expressive eyes and her lavish bosom add to the allure too.

"Why were you smiling?" she soft spokenly asked.

"None of your business," the sea witch sternly answered.

The black and white haired woman is getting tired of this conversation, and of all the charade they needed to show in front of the manipulative Rumplestiltskin, of the loneliness that they, the two infamous witches of the Enchanted Forest had to endure in the Land Without Magic and even add their separation to the equation. Before all this, there was her pursuit of what was taken from her by that damn author, which got a little exciting when the Dark One introduced her to Maleficent and Ursula. At least, the pursuit got feasibly close to a satisfying conclusion.

And off course there was her roller coaster childhood that felt more like without the actual roller coaster but only with brakes. She's simply getting tired of everything.

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Cruella is now standing in the road in the middle of the woods. She's smiling, appreciating the feel of the wind brought by the ecstasy of walking. She rarely leaves her car because she considers it a pet on wheels, but tonight it is wiser to move covertly. Just a few minutes of waiting, she finally saw Ursula walking towards her. Her smile grew wider. She welcomed the sea witch with a tight hug, only for it to be eclipsed with a tighter hug, with tentacles.

"I'm so worried about you. How's that hard head of yours?" Ursula inquired, hands moving softly on Cruella's waist as she pulled away her tentacles.

"Hard as it can be. Still working. I don't think I'm brain damaged yet."

"The irony in that statement."

"Oh come on darling, you know I'm not that unhinged."

"I don't have time to argue on that."

"Good."

Cruella suddenly grabbed Ursula into a strong, passionate, speedy kiss that seemed to last an eternity. She is relieved to be able too see her true love for one last time.

When Cruella broke off the kiss, with their foreheads still touching, she faintly heard, "I wish that kiss could last forever," to which she replied, "I know. But soon."

The two toned haired woman is coming back to her senses when she got reminded of what transpired that night.

"I'm so sorry you had to endure that cliche trick of a frying pan. At least the story looks more convincing."

"So this is it. We have to say goodbye. Again. Darling, I..."

"For now. And this time, it's a mutual decision. One sacrifice that is intended to give a long term benefit."

"I know. I just wish we could have had more time." Cruella started to sound like a spoiled brat.

"We will." One tentacle sprang up to touch the white hair as Ursula scooped that pretty face.

Ursula kissed her. This time it was slow, sweet and brief.

"I will find you an author. Or authors."

They both smiled. Ursula then turned her back and walked away as fast as she could. It's better this way.